I seemed to have picked up a bad habit, which really does not make anybody feel better, including me. I get incredibly frustrated by my art and end up in a pissy mood which ends up taking its toll on Kyle who is usually only trying to make me feel better but usually doesn't because I just get more annoyed since he is an engineer and can't particularly speak art talk - especially when it comes to conceptual art. I can't really blame him, his engineerness is something that makes me really happy about him...just not, apparently, when I'm frustrated about my art.
In the end, I feel absolutely horrible about being pissy and apologize, getting an 'ok' back which is apparently, according to my mother, 'I accept your apology' in boy-talk. And then after that I just can't work anymore because I feel so horrible. However, these are a couple of ones I just get finished before descending into my spiral of gloom. My series entitled "I Am Not Andy Warhol".
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